Re: UWF Money In The Bank: UWF Championship-Damien Sandow(c) vs. Daniel Bryan vs. The
The Miz: Y'know ladies and gentlemen I do find it amusing that I'm the one who's labeled the "big mouth". I'm the one who often gets accused of not knowing when to shut up. I'm the one who's always told that he's all talk. And I'm told that, by people like this!?
He gestures down the ramp towards Bryan and Sandow
I mean god, talk about a complete lack of self-awareness. Damien Sandow here, carries his own mic every, single, time he comes out here! Doesn't matter if he's out here for a match, to commentate or just generally to spout off like he loves to do. Hell I think he takes that mic with him when he goes to the john and gives out sermons to the urinals. This guy talks trash during his matches, he literally cannot shut his jackass of a mouth for more than two seconds. And he's out here again, claiming to be a "saviour of the masses". A saviour of... the masses. Let's just think about that for a moment, how many people have you and Bray Wyatt actually saved? Daniel Bryan and Mike Knox? Well they way I see it now that D-Bry has been through his deprogramming they cancel each other out. But I'll be generous, I'll give you Mike Knox. I think you may have a convert there. Daniel Bryan came back to his senses but I don't see Knoxy-boy here doing that. He doesn't appear to have senses to come back to. So the intellectual saviour of the masses here has managed to save one animal. In all this time ONE. I mean, you've got a worse conversion rate than the Arizona Cardinals!
But yet you're out here, shamefully peddling this crap once again. I might talk a lot and hog the spotlight Damo, but at least when I talk, people are listening. Having said all that, the blame is not solely at your door. Daniel Bryan... I wish you were a SILENT assassin. God that would be preferable. You'll strike me when I least expect it?! Daniel everywhere you go either you or all of these people are screaming "YES! YES! YES!" or "NO! NO! NO"
And with that the crowd erupt into a 'YES!' chant. The Miz pauses and lets it ride out for a few seconds before beginning again
Y'see? Y'see what I mean? It's physically impossible for you to creep up on anyone. You're not a silent assassin, you're like a 'tourettes assassin", particularly dangerous to the hard of hearing but not really anyone else. Let's cut right to the chance gentlemen, as much as you might not like to admit it. As much as it may pain you to even consider it; we're all far more alike than any of us would ever like to admit. We all love the sounds of our own voices, we all think we're better than everyone else, we've all got a dark side, we're all capable of causing considerable pain to other human beings, and we're all quite happy to do that if it means that we get to the top. There are plenty of factors which set the three of us apart, we have all taken different paths to get where we are today, but those things that I've just mentioned; that's what unites us. At Money in the Bank the three of us will step in the ring. Completely different styles, completely different backgrounds, but our motivations and ambitions are almost identical.
And that's where the fun begins. Cause I'm not going into this match underestimating either of you. I'm not going in thinking "Oh here comes Damien Sandow, he got lucky to be in this match" and I'm not thinking "Daniel Bryan? Here's a mid-carder punching above his weight". No, what I see when I look at you, is just two more of ME. Two more guys ready to do anything to get the win. But I'm better at being me, than either of you could ever be. So let me give you a piece of advice for free gentlemen; you better start getting it into your heads that this is going to be the toughest night of your life. This is going to be hell. You might be thinking that you're gonna walk into this match and rain down pain on the other two guys but that's exactly what each of us is thinking. No one is gonna escape the destruction of this match. Now I have made my peace with this. For the last 6 months, the whole of 2013, I made my peace with this life I had chosen. Going through the Royal Rumble, going to Wrestlemania, stepping into the ring with Cody Rhodes, and now coming to Smackdown and on to Money in the Bank, I have done it all and I have let nothing and no-one slow me down. Even Cody Rhodes beating me at Wrestlemania wasn't enough to stop me, all it did was spur me on. And now I am relentless. I am prepared to do anything it takes to win that title and I know that includes being beaten to a pulp by both of you guys, because... there is no other way.
Cody Rhodes told me that he'd hospitalise me and I told him I'd be glad to go there, but that I was taking him with me, and I say a similar thing to you gentlemen. You are going to throw everything you have at me and I will be taking you with me. We are going on a trip gentlemen, the three of us on a journey to the other-side, in a little three-seater. I got my map, I've packed my sandwiches, I'm ready for the journey. I'm in the driving seat, and when we finally get to our destination, only I will be left standing. Are you prepared gentlemen? Cause I am...
He fixes them with a long lingering look and awaits their reply...
The Miz: Y'know ladies and gentlemen I do find it amusing that I'm the one who's labeled the "big mouth". I'm the one who often gets accused of not knowing when to shut up. I'm the one who's always told that he's all talk. And I'm told that, by people like this!?
He gestures down the ramp towards Bryan and Sandow
I mean god, talk about a complete lack of self-awareness. Damien Sandow here, carries his own mic every, single, time he comes out here! Doesn't matter if he's out here for a match, to commentate or just generally to spout off like he loves to do. Hell I think he takes that mic with him when he goes to the john and gives out sermons to the urinals. This guy talks trash during his matches, he literally cannot shut his jackass of a mouth for more than two seconds. And he's out here again, claiming to be a "saviour of the masses". A saviour of... the masses. Let's just think about that for a moment, how many people have you and Bray Wyatt actually saved? Daniel Bryan and Mike Knox? Well they way I see it now that D-Bry has been through his deprogramming they cancel each other out. But I'll be generous, I'll give you Mike Knox. I think you may have a convert there. Daniel Bryan came back to his senses but I don't see Knoxy-boy here doing that. He doesn't appear to have senses to come back to. So the intellectual saviour of the masses here has managed to save one animal. In all this time ONE. I mean, you've got a worse conversion rate than the Arizona Cardinals!
But yet you're out here, shamefully peddling this crap once again. I might talk a lot and hog the spotlight Damo, but at least when I talk, people are listening. Having said all that, the blame is not solely at your door. Daniel Bryan... I wish you were a SILENT assassin. God that would be preferable. You'll strike me when I least expect it?! Daniel everywhere you go either you or all of these people are screaming "YES! YES! YES!" or "NO! NO! NO"
And with that the crowd erupt into a 'YES!' chant. The Miz pauses and lets it ride out for a few seconds before beginning again
Y'see? Y'see what I mean? It's physically impossible for you to creep up on anyone. You're not a silent assassin, you're like a 'tourettes assassin", particularly dangerous to the hard of hearing but not really anyone else. Let's cut right to the chance gentlemen, as much as you might not like to admit it. As much as it may pain you to even consider it; we're all far more alike than any of us would ever like to admit. We all love the sounds of our own voices, we all think we're better than everyone else, we've all got a dark side, we're all capable of causing considerable pain to other human beings, and we're all quite happy to do that if it means that we get to the top. There are plenty of factors which set the three of us apart, we have all taken different paths to get where we are today, but those things that I've just mentioned; that's what unites us. At Money in the Bank the three of us will step in the ring. Completely different styles, completely different backgrounds, but our motivations and ambitions are almost identical.
And that's where the fun begins. Cause I'm not going into this match underestimating either of you. I'm not going in thinking "Oh here comes Damien Sandow, he got lucky to be in this match" and I'm not thinking "Daniel Bryan? Here's a mid-carder punching above his weight". No, what I see when I look at you, is just two more of ME. Two more guys ready to do anything to get the win. But I'm better at being me, than either of you could ever be. So let me give you a piece of advice for free gentlemen; you better start getting it into your heads that this is going to be the toughest night of your life. This is going to be hell. You might be thinking that you're gonna walk into this match and rain down pain on the other two guys but that's exactly what each of us is thinking. No one is gonna escape the destruction of this match. Now I have made my peace with this. For the last 6 months, the whole of 2013, I made my peace with this life I had chosen. Going through the Royal Rumble, going to Wrestlemania, stepping into the ring with Cody Rhodes, and now coming to Smackdown and on to Money in the Bank, I have done it all and I have let nothing and no-one slow me down. Even Cody Rhodes beating me at Wrestlemania wasn't enough to stop me, all it did was spur me on. And now I am relentless. I am prepared to do anything it takes to win that title and I know that includes being beaten to a pulp by both of you guys, because... there is no other way.
Cody Rhodes told me that he'd hospitalise me and I told him I'd be glad to go there, but that I was taking him with me, and I say a similar thing to you gentlemen. You are going to throw everything you have at me and I will be taking you with me. We are going on a trip gentlemen, the three of us on a journey to the other-side, in a little three-seater. I got my map, I've packed my sandwiches, I'm ready for the journey. I'm in the driving seat, and when we finally get to our destination, only I will be left standing. Are you prepared gentlemen? Cause I am...
He fixes them with a long lingering look and awaits their reply...
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